"What's the matter--is anyone hurt?"
"Lie still, my lad," said a strange voice.
"I know," I cried excitedly. "Did you get him out?"
"Yes, yes, he's all right, and so are you, Grant, my lad," said Mr
Solomon; and just then the room seemed to be darkened, and I heard Ike's
voice:
"Is he coming to?"
"Yes. He's all right."
Then I felt that I was wrong about some one else, and that it was that
accident with the cart tipping up at Old Brownsmith's, and it was I who
was hurt.
That all passed away like a cloud, and my full senses seemed to come
back.
"Did you get Master Courtenay out?" I said.
"Yes, my lad, he is quite safe," said a quick sharp voice, which its
owner seemed to me trying to make gentle, and turning my head I saw Sir
Francis.